Early the next morning, Fang Yi took Fang Lan and his four younger brothers to cut cow grass on Xigua Ridge.
The sun had not yet risen, and the grassy slopes were covered with round, crystal-clear dewdrops. A gentle touch with a hand sent them sliding smoothly down to the earth.
For the past week, the water buffalo had been in the care of the Fang family. It was an enormous eater, and several large baskets of green grass a day seemed nowhere near enough. No wonder it was so strong, so healthy, and possessed such boundless energy every day.
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